Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss
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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Camera Op: Mary Cox
Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss
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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Camera Op: Mary Cox
Performed by Matt Barnes
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Producer: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Director: Kierston Drier
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editor: Kimberly Villarruel
Camera Op: Mary Cox
Fatherless, Fatherless
How unfortunate for me, my first heartbreak was my father to be.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Yeah that was we, you damn sure aren’t blind so don’t act as if you can’t see.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Thinking and repeated blinking while sinking in these deep cry’s, when a child 197 miles seemed like a lifetime away.
Fatherless, Fatherless
Made time to bring more lives into the world while neglecting the ones already existing.
Fatherless, Fatherless
It was your duty so explain why your choosiness became such a crime.
Fatherless, Fatherless
When you come to the realization, I’ll be too elevated to allow your ignorance to fly…
MY DEAR DARK.
Standing in the edge of the cliff,
Holding my heart, beating fast,
Starring at the endless skies
Hoping that this day would be my last.
The clarity of my life lost itself…
In the interruption of my tears,
In my inability to face this world,
I close my eyes, allowing the darkness to conquer me,
The entity of Darkness in me made me feel,
The bombardment of memories inside my heart,
Making random sounds in my deepest Darks,
That turns out to be a beautiful melody.
” The Stupid Me!” I blame myself,
After the realization of the WORLD beneath my closed eyes,
Never had I imagined that,
My Darkness will be this beautiful.
Then I understood that……
My Darkness is not the one that which haunted me…
But the one that made me shine,
Like that of the Dark sky behind the stars,
Even though unnoticed , yet doing its job.
Then I open my eyes with Clarity ,
Now my Tears…. all dried up by the wind against me,
Then I look up the Endless Skies AGAIN and say….
” You are ENDLESS and so am I…”
– POOJA RAJESH.
Your love and your words,
Encouraged my heart.
You saw me broken,
And falling apart.
I was so broken,
I was a broken man.
But you told me I was special.
And that God had a plan.
You brought me up,
When others cut me down.
You said I was one in a million,
When they said I was a clown.
You sent me a huge hug,
When I began to weep.
You walked with me,
When my mountain was steep.
You encouraged me,
In every step.
You dried my tears,
When I hurt and wept.
You were there,
Every step of the way.
And built me up,
And by my side you did stay.
You sent me a picture,
To give me some hope.
Your words of wisdom.
Gave me comfort to cope.
They were told they’d troop with honour
to defend our nation’s grace;
how fortitude would be enough
to save the human race.
They were trained to fight with courage
being free would fuel their fire,
justify the loss of souls
with peace upon the pyre.
They were led to death with orders,
belief in righteous cries
to qualify the stolen truths
which bleed through tearful eyes.
Colin Ward
from “Ripples”
©2018
Performed by Michelle Alexander
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What is the theme of your poem?
It’s meant to be internalized: Learn from life’s lessons. Don’t repeat the same energy-draining and futile cycles that put you back where you started every time. There’s a different way. Don’t resist life which can seem tumultuous on the surface and in the external, and don’t be a slave to voices of fear posing as you in your thoughts to guide you. Don’t stay in your comfy shallow end where you are barely alive. Plunge into the deep waters i.e. Life to find the peace beneath the chaos, exposing the lies on the surface. The chaos will pass over you like a wave you dive beneath. It’s hard to swim out into the water when you try to run through breaking waves or jump over them. Dive underneath them and let them pass over you. As a metaphor for life, when you do this, life doesn’t have to be such a struggle. As the apostle Paul said “But none of these things (his troubles) move me .”
He’d had an epiphany. The bolt of lightening striking down a water spout – which is a terrifying sight- a tornado reaching from the ocean to the skies is symbolic of a channel. I put “Lightening Rod” in parenthesis because the subject in the poem gets hit with a powerful realization from beyond. He becomes conducive to getting hit with a powerful charge of Light when he swims into the deep waters fearlessly.
How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
However they want. If they really get it, and each section deals with different internal struggles, that’s awesome. Most people won’t, but some part may speak truth to them whether they totally understand why or not. It’s a contemplative poem, meant to be internalized. Even a poet, speaking for myself, doesn’t always know what their poems ultimately mean, nor does the wisdom in their poems reflect their ability to be an expert at practicing what comes through in the process. So I’m as much a contemplating reader as anyone else. I just happen to be the channel this one came through.
How long have you been writing poetry?
Everyone writes poems in class when they are children. I was very good at it as far as winning best in class or being sent to some conference when forced by a teacher to write it. I only use it now when I am procrastinating writing my novel or as a warm up to writing it. I am speaking to people who think you have to be some bookish kid who wrote in journals from the time they were in diapers to pursue writing. If it’s a calling it’s a calling. If you have talent you have talent. We can a hone our talents for sure.
I never did any of that with poetry, though a novel is a different animal which requires help and guidance. A nagging voice to write never left me and so I finally decided to shut the voice up and pursue it. I don’t work at it (poetry) it’s just something that comes very easily to me. I don’t put any effort into becoming a master poet. Some people can paint without effort or play the piano brilliantly without formal lessons or practice. I can just do this for reasons I can’t explain. It’s natural.
Do you have a favorite poet?
Honestly I don’t read a lot of it. My life philosophies are very similar to Coleridge and Emerson. I love Kubla Khan though I haven’t a clue what it means and neither does anyone else. It just says something true I can’t quite grasp. And I love that. It hits me. Whoever truly wrote the Emerald Tablet, that is an epic deep poem someone could spend a lifetime studying. Isaac Newton and many others transcribed that thing. It resonates with Truth.
And let’s not forget music. Pink Floyd, especially for me, wrote beautiful and contemplative lyrics. Philosophical. Bob Dylan is a poet. The ideas in lyrics and the beat and melody of a song often directly influence poems like this. Without a particular Pink Floyd song, I wouldn’t have written this poem. I sort of spun it off tangentially from one word of a song. So don’t forget the lyricists who are poets and the musicians who they are in synch with. A lop of rappers are amazing poets as well.
What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
Sounded fun. I saw that WILDSound would accept poems for free, they’ve written phenomenal reviews for a short screenplay of mine “Cuckold Picasso” which is a short film on the festival circuit doing quite well. I was curious to see how well I measured up with others who submit poems. I have a confidence, not a cockiness, about writing skills. I was testing their validity haha.
Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I’m revising my first novel. I wrote the 128k word first draft in ten months last year. I’ve written a short film script (it’s a film now) and I will write a feature film based on the novel when I’m finished with it. And yes, I used my poetry in the short film which I did not expect to do. And I love that, and they are the best lines in the film. It’s not a short film thats a poem reading. I worked a couple lines into the dialogue and it adds a powerful creepy element to a disturbing scene.
What is your passion in life?
Seek out and do that which is a little scary for me. I want to connect with people through my talents as a writer, poet and filmmaker. To communicate things that resonate universally. I want to connect to the Almighty. Last year, writing my manuscript, I realized that writing brought me closer to God. My novel is very dark, my short film is dark. But there is always a light there. Writing a novel involves a lot of trust especially when you’ve never done it. Staring at a blank screen and trusting that something will come through is critical. So it’s spiritual for me, even if I’m writing about horribly violent things. Things I’m dragging into the light subconsciously then consciously. Poetry is very much like that.
I’m not the source of any of it, it’s the truth. The best thing for me is to stay very humble and grateful when I get 500 pages when I wasn’t sure if I could write 50. Once the ego gets in the way, and I start thinking it’s me, I’m toast. That’s a personal philosophy. That’s when people experience writers’ block. I feel no pressure because my well-spring of creativity is eternal. Humility and gratitude are the keys.
So in life it’s connection (human and spiritual) and a strong desire to stretch the boundaries of my God-given talents. He planted the seeds. It’s my job to listen and act on my instincts. The little voice that tells us what to do. We need to listen to our gut more than our heads. Poetry helps me do that because it is very impulsive and I never set out to make some statement. I just write a line that is unrehearsed. Very simple. That it builds from there. The line doesn’t have to make sense either.
When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.
You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.
Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?
Genre: family, depression, suicide, grief, loss, inspirational, hope
My Life Tumbled and I Fell by A.Goomer
When you lose someone you love, it’s hard to be strong,
When you lose that connection and bond it’s hard to go on.
You find yourself at the depths unable to cope,
You don’t have the strength to look ahead for any hope.
Holding on to every piece of them you have,
How could you leave me Dad?
The death of someone close to you makes you think,
Maybe life isn’t all rosy and pink.
How can this be happening? What am I going to do?
Will I forever feel lost, alone and blue?
They say time can heal a broken heart,
It gets better, but some days it pulls apart.
Feeling left behind is a horrible feeling,
A lot of nights are left staring at the ceiling.
When tragedy strikes, you see things in a new light,
Life doesn’t seem so bright.
Focus on your happiness with the family and friends you chose,
The sad days will lessen along with your all-time lows.
We must pick ourselves up and live with the living,
These ghosts we see are not giving.
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468 moons and 39 winters
I wandered the earth alone.
As a little girl I dreamed to be
a circus princess on a flying horse.
In every frog I saw a prince
whose spell I break with my kiss.
Genre: love, motivation, hope, patience, faith, strength.
9 verses Love
by Karoline Lehner
468 moons and 39 winters
I wandered the earth alone.
As a little girl I dreamed to be
a circus princess on a flying horse.
In every frog I saw a prince
whose spell I break with my kiss.
In vain I waited for the noble knight
to appear and save me from the world.
When I realized, there is no knight
and all my dragons I fight alone.
I learned to save myself and I swallowed my tears.
My body was strong and I mastered the sword.
I saw ugliness and I treasured beauty.
My laughter was bright and I kept silent in darkness.
I screamed and I whispered,
my prayer was humble and my cursing was wild.
468 moons and 39 winters
I prepared to love you.
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In this wild-scape
Trapped by my fear
My heart heaves
A sigh of damp air
Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight
Genres: love, sadness, hope, pain, challenges, fear, wisdom, divinity, escape.
MY ESCAPE
by Amy Miller
In this wild-scape
Trapped by my fear
My heart heaves
A sigh of damp air
Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight
What do you see
Across the sea
A land of salvation
why can’t it be me
Hear my name
See thy face
Hidden beneath
my own disgrace
Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight
Beauty is deep
Caught up in the folds
Trying to escape
The traps and the cold
What is the answer
A knowing to unfold
To gather me up
And embrace me like gold
A heart that cracks open
And pain to wring out
A wish to come back
And see myself whole
Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight
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